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••|3rd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun is perhaps a small word. I am shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Do I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, and my mind has always been filled with him. No doubt, I was lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood gets frozen in my veins as it can't even bring a blush to my cheeks. I am in an enchantment. He just performs a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasts with the blue water, makes my jaw drop. He finally gets done with his daily swimming time and comes out of the water. His wet hair is stuck to his scalp and forehead. The water is dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath gets stuck in my throat when he sweeps his hair away by his veiny hands. Allah, this is too much. When he stands up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I can see. He grabs the towel and dries his body with it. When he reaches near me, I mum. He is just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome. He is in his full glory and that is my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snaps his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this." The blood finally starts moving again. A flush soon creeps on my cheeks as he takes the glass of juice from me which causes his fingers to brush against my hand. I am doomed. That is for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024 End Date: 31.05.2024

[ONGOING] Kleon Demeter Astalier

Ezekiel Exum and Florence Kali only have one thing in common. They both wanted to get married already. An arranged marriage, a trial of feelings and a test of love. It's either they both lost or won the game of love.

Copyright © 2026 FeistyWarriorMiracle All Rights Reserved® To the rest of the world, she is just a ghost in a crowded room. For years, the words have trapped themselves inside her throat. She grew up in a house where silence was the only acceptable option and where her family constantly made her feel that speaking up was a mistake. Over time, she learned to hide her voice just to stay under the radar. Now, the anxiety has tightened its grip, leaving her with nothing but a silent echo of the thoughts she is too afraid to say out loud. She thought keeping quiet was the only way to keep the peace. But stepping away from her family's rules means learning to survive on her own. Alone in her own space, away from the expectations that silenced her, she begins the slow process of unlearning everything they taught her. In the quiet of her own company, she must find a way to overcome her selective mutism and realize that her voice actually matters. A Note on Well-Being:Before you begin, please know that this book deals with anxiety, selective mutism and recovering from PAST emotional family abuse. While the story focuses entirely on healing and independence-and will absolutely NOT contain any graphic or explicit descriptions of abuse-your peace of mind comes first. If these themes are still triggering for you, I highly recommend you don't read this story. Please take care of yourself!

Gwen has invariably been fascinated by the Italian phrase 'dolce far niente'- the sweetness of doing nothing. Hindi dahil tamad siyang magtrabaho, kundi dahil pakiramdam niya ay nasobrahan na siya nito. Pero paano ka makakapagpahinga kung ang bawat araw ay puno ng obligasyon at mga pasaning ikaw lang ang inaasahang sasalo? Para kay Gwen, ang pahinga ay tila isang luho na kahit kailan ay hindi niya matatamasa. Until a summer job brings Theo into her life. Theo is successful, unyielding, and unapologetically himself. Siya iyong tipo ng tao na pangarap niya maging. Tuwing kasama niya ito, pakiramdam niya ay nahahawa siya sa kalayaan nito. But as their relationship is tested by misconceptions, harsh judgments, and the shadows of their past, Gwen begins to question whether what they have is strong enough to survive the growing distance between their worlds. Because sometimes, the hardest thing isn't finding peace- it's believing that you deserve it. Habang tumatagal, mas lalong bumibigat sa kaniya ang katanungang kung karapat-dapat siya sa kapayapaang kaniyang tinatamasa... Whether she truly deserves the sweetness of doing nothing, or if she is forever meant for the bitterness of carrying everything.

Wesdia, a newly discovered island in the post-war era, colonised not so long ago, had a population of kind and loving people who knew how to give more. They'd have been fine without a government but one day, the Indian government passed the bill to conduct the Mayoral elections in Wesdia. Sudha Basu was the only nomination received for election, but she didn't get enough votes to take the chair in the first election. Casting a vote doesn't cost you hours of labour. Then, what stopped Wesdian people from voting and choosing a Mayor for Wesdia? Before she could think of a way to make them vote, she got the news of another nomination― a competitor! She was an introvert but she had connections. But where there's a will, there's a way. Her well wishers suggested she meet Kim Namjoon, a wanderer― or that's what he called himself. He was one of the more level-headed bachelors in the Wider community, who could make the most logical story sound like a tall tale. Not everyone could catch the hints. Trope:- General political fiction, Historical Fiction, Soft Romance. Author:- Sinii🥀 ____________________________________________

Lady Therese Ignacio is an average students burdened by above-average expectations. In their home, excellence is a requirement. Ever since she was little, her love for drawing was seen as just a phase, never a future. When she fails the qualification exam for the Star Section, she was moved into lower section, far from the pressure and prestige she's always known. Psalm Conrad Blancaflor is a jack-of-all-trades, master of some, and almost always unbothered. He doesn't know exactly what he wants out of life, but he knows how to enjoy it. When Therese enters his orbit, her world begins to shift. Through laughter, late-night conversations, and quiet moments of art and mischief, she starts to loosen the tight grip of expectation and see the world through brighter, freer eyes. In a world where success is measured by standards set long before and every misstep is met with harsh judgment. Will she have the courage to fight for their love and defy constraints that her mother has imposed upon her? Will she find a way to break free and hold onto each other, or will her hands remain tied, forever out of reach? Date started: 07/11/21

This story is about a girl named Clara, born in an Indian family. Her time is mostly contributed to music. She's an artist unknown to the world just yet. No hopes, no resources, not even support from the family. What could one even do in a situation like this? Read the story to know more. " KEEP READING ~ KEEP VOTING" 💗

A college boy wakes up everyday with no memory of what happened yesterday. When he met a soft and kind hearted guy, can their encounter turn into something magical amidst every new beginning? This story is currently inaccessible. Add this to your library to get notified when its available for you to read. *** Every morning, Dalton Sanford wakes up with no memory of the day before. Conversations fade, faces blur, and precious moments vanish as if they never happened. His lonely routine takes an unexpected turn when he meets Haruki Sato, a gentle and compassionate student whose quiet kindness slowly becomes the brightest part of Dalton's ever-changing world. Despite the endless cycle of forgetting, Dalton finds himself drawn to Haruki again and again, as though his heart remembers what his mind cannot. But when memories disappear with each new dawn, can love endure, or is Haruki destined to become a stranger forever? [[Word Count: 80,000 - 90,000 words]] Disclaimer: This story is written in English. Cover Design by Chemalyn Canlas

After accidentally sending a drunken confession to his intimidating supervisor, Ethan Carter spends weeks avoiding Noah Bennett around the office-until Noah quietly admits he saved the voicemail, replayed it every night, and wants to know if Ethan still feels the same. *** Ethan Carter thought it was just another mistake-until a drunken voicemail he sent to his intimidating supervisor changed everything. Weeks later, he's still avoiding Noah Bennett at work, heart racing every time their eyes almost meet across the office floor. But Noah doesn't act distant. Instead, he quietly admits he saved the message, listened to it more times than he can count, and wants to know if Ethan still meant every word. Now they're assigned to the same high-pressure project, forcing late nights, shared deadlines, and too many moments alone in half-lit conference rooms. Ethan tries to bury what he feels under professionalism, but Noah keeps slipping through the cracks-gentle looks, small gestures, words spoken only when no one else is around. As rumors start spreading through the office, both of them realize the real risk isn't the confession itself-it's what happens if they stop pretending it never mattered. [[Word Count: 30,000 - 40,000 words]] Disclaimer: This story is written in English. Cover Design by Louise De Ramos

in this story, there is a squad of girls.. they all are backbenchers.. always targeted by teachers mischeaf runs in their blood.. no one like not a single one is innocent present in the squad and between these all bakaiti,drama and chaos 2 boys falls for the clumsyness mischiefs they held.. they never thought of judging them they literally fell in love with the attitude their girlss carriedd.... But but but.. at first they thought it will be difficult for any boy to fall for them but unfortunately they are the one who is in the trap now 🤭.. .. Baaki story pdhte jao or jante jao kyaa hua.. abhi ke liye bss itna jaan lo happy ending hai lastt me 🤌🏻😌.. Enjoy the chaos the girls squad carriess.. drama, mastiikhorr couple,chaos,bakaitii,... I hope you will like the story 🤍✨ Thnkss

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"I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me." ~If There's A Way Out I'll Take It, Lora Mathis

🏆 SHORTLIST - OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2024 🏆 A young journalist must navigate a war-torn country and the intricacy of first love in order to save herself and her family. ⋯⋯⋯ In 2042, invaders crossed Philippine waters and marked the start of the war. Two years later, Maian Dizon, a displaced Metro Manila journalist, navigates the war-torn streets in search of a way out of the country. However, when her path crosses with Kian Lucero, a reservist medical doctor, doubts creep in. With the guilt he carries, the foreboding loss on her shoulders, and the pressing needs of her family, her calling points her back to her homeland with no promise of salvation. But the attacks crawl closer every day, and Maian must devise a plan to save the people she loves, even if it means sacrificing herself. From the award-winning author of 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘥 comes a story of love and life, and how they fade and thrive at the face of war. There is an end to peace, memory, and glory, but there are things that will live forever. We only have to find them. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2024 (First Edition) [30,000 - 35,000 words] [All graphics are made by @sardonictabby] C/TW: Some scenes in this story contain graphic physical violence, disturbing themes, or character introspection that may upset or trigger the reader. Please read at your own risk. FEATURED ON @IdentityandCulture's API VOICES MAY 2026 AMBASSADOR PICKS 🏆 LONGLIST - OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2024 🏆 ROUND 2 QUALIFIER - OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2024 🏆 ROUND 1 QUALIFIER - OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2024

🏆 ORIGINAL CONTEMPORARY NOVELLA FAVORITE - THE AMBYS 2025 🏆 I would not mind leaving this hell for another. Because I could not care less if I throw away my life of failure and inadequacy as long as you were with me. I was another stranger, another faceless being in the tapestry of your dreams. And you held my heart like a guitar peg, twisting and twisting until I snapped. Playing with my strings until my sound tore to shreds and I vanished into the mere noise of the world. And I did not mind it. Because when you met my eyes, I thought I saw myself reflected in yours. But it was not me who was there. It was my own hell. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2023 (First Edition) [10,000 - 15,000 words] [All graphics are made by @sardonictabby] C/TW: Contains discussion about suicide and depression. Read at your own risk.

"Doc di, will you come for my school's annual function?" Vrishti asked, resting her head against the avocado-shaped pillow. Leher looked up instinctively at Aarish, who stood at the kitchen counter, chopping coriander for the final garnish. Not a single muscle on his face had reacted to the question his daughter just asked. "I will check my schedule and let you know, okay?" Leher smiled softly, brushing her thumb across Vrishti's forehead. "Now sleep. You have had a long day." Obeying almost immediately, Vrishti closed her eyes, snuggling closer to her pillow. "I think you should come...if you can." Aarish finally spoke, untying his apron as he walked towards the table. Leher glanced at him. "This is unhealthy, Mr. Gupta." "What is?" "The fact that my patient's daughter asked me if I am coming to her school function." Aarish's expressions softened at that. "And what about the fact that you want to say yes?" Leher looked away because he had seen right through her. The one who always managed to look right through others had found someone for herself. The silence stretched. That had become their thing somehow. No unnecessary chatters, no direct confessions, no flirtation, just pauses that lasted a little longer than they should. "Vrishti loves you." Aarish said quietly. "Yeah," Leher whispered. "She does." Then after a moment, she spoke, "But you still love Gargi." She said it softly, almost like she was reminding herself of the boundary before it disappeared completely. Aarish nodded without hesitation. "I always will." Leher swallowed. "Then what am I doing here?" Aarish opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again. For the first time since Gargi's death, Aarish Gupta had no answer for the woman sitting across him. Because somewhere between sessions, grief had started sounding dangerously close to love.

ABDL/DL-Themed Story | Filipino/Tagalog One accident turned Dwayne Rivera from the leader of the band into the baby of the band.

She was not my girlfriend. Not only my childhood friend. Not exactly my sister. She called me brother because of a promise we made when we were three, and somehow, the name survived longer than the childhood that created it. In Singapore, where everyone seemed to be measured by grades, futures, and acceptable versions of success, she was the girl who could calculate almost anything but never explained herself easily. A quiet genius with hearing loss, strange strength, too much memory, and an inner world I could only stand beside - never fully enter. I did not know if I loved her that way. I only knew that if she ever asked me to stay, I would need a reason stronger than fear to leave. A slow, emotional story about childhood, silence, giftedness, exhaustion, and a relationship that never learned how to become a simple word. *A slow emotional novella. Weekly updates, at least weekly, sometimes sooner. Planned ending. *A quieter side project while my main story continues updating.

Marriage was never the end of their story. If falling in love brought Rohit and Sakshi together, then life after marriage will test everything they have built. There will be distance measured in flights, time zones, and missed calls. There will be new responsibilities, changing routines, family expectations, and the quiet fear of losing balance between dreams and relationships. But there will also be late-night conversations, warm family dinners, soft reassurances, long-awaited reunions, and the kind of love that keeps choosing each other even on the difficult days. Because forever is not made in grand moments. It is built slowly - in patience, trust, understanding, and staying. And sometimes, the greatest love stories begin only after the wedding ends. © 2026. All Rights Reserved. This story is an original work of fiction. Any form of copying, reproduction, adaptation, or plagiarism without the author's permission is strictly prohibited. Unauthorized use of this content may lead to legal action.

~She wants love but he's incapable of loving. He wants the comfort of mind but her presence in his life is like that sudden havoc which would ruin every tranquility he's used to feel. She is an enigma but he can't cherish her enough.~ Her heart was beating fast, her breath was coming swiftly and there was an unknown fear of something really bad which is going to happen to her in her whole being as she walked towards that locked room that was banned for her. However, it was the exact bane of her life. Just like an enemy; the most hated and despised one which can't let her find any peace. It held those secrets and truths that had the potential to eat her happiness like a moth. Yet she can't fight them. Especially unless that heart which became hers unknowingly was laced with doubts. Whatever she loathes becomes true when she finds him sitting behind the desk, deep in thought as he is holding something closer to his heart. Upon her sight, he paused and a frigid coldness arrived in his eyes but he didn't let go of that thing. A frame. A picture that holds his whole world maybe. "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" She spats because she is just tired of this fabrication now. He raises a brow. "What's the matter?" She huffs. "Playing clueless? After ruining my whole life you are asking me what the matter is? Why are you so oblivious to my feelings? Why can't you let her go?" His jaw tickles as his grip increases over that frame for a split second then he pushes it face down on the table. "I haven't given you any permission to talk about this particular matter. You haven't come into the life of my will. It's an unwanted union and it will always remain like this." She gasps for air because his words make her uncomfortable. They break her terribly but he remains so unaware of her condition. "You can't forget her?" He smirks sadly. "You are asking me to forget a piece of my heart which means forget how to live even." Was this her fate? Start 10.06.26 End: